I’m loving Maren at this age for many reasons. One of them is that she is just now hitting the age where her memories last. I mostly know this because I think back to my own childhood memories: I remember making friendship bracelets, reading Judy Blume, making mud pies and flower petal perfume, adoring my Kirsten American Girl doll, and other little-girl...

So I’m in New York City for my adventure with Maren. It’s just she and I for the week until Brad joins us for the last few days. Greta is not coming with us because I just don’t think she would enjoy it. And, to be very honest, hauling a potty-training two-year-old around an unfamiliar city would make things a lot less fun...

I’m in the chemo infusion chair today. I’m sitting in a recliner and savoring this time of forced quietude to reflect. Due to my upcoming trip with Maren, I had to change up my oncology office scheduling and I’m being treated at a different office on a Thursday. It’s weird. I don’t know the other patients here, and the chairs are...

Today is my two year cancerversary. It’s been two years since that life-changing day I was diagnosed. I went home that night and became a writer when I wrote my first cancer post at 4:30 in the morning. What a journey it has been. Today I hold in my hand a fresh-off-the-presses golden ticket: yesterday’s clean PET scan report. My cancer is in...